This poem is dedicated to all those caring people who give up their lives to give the little ones a fighting chance to be a family again.
A bouncing ball,
A kick to the right
Got the clipped ear
Almost a fight..
Where’s your father boy?
The dolly in tatters
Dried tears swell the thread
There is no hug
So instead brush her head…
Where’s your mother lass?
At night in the dorm
Dark lies grow strong
Fears fastened in terror
To a new scrubbed up day
Where have they gone?
Queuing and washing
All pressed sterile linen
Until through the glass
A warm mothers caring?
Don’t stare or they don’t want you!
Through a doors glass
Visitors care with no painful glare
Tears slowly well inside eyes shining
Both parties wanting
Hug, hold, be loved and be told,
Here’s your new father lass.
Here’s your new mother boy
Druid